Fic: Best of Both Worlds, Angel/Xander, part of the Dark World' verse
Title: Best of Both Worlds
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Juxtapose
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 792
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the banner under the cut!
Best of Both Worlds
Peacefulness. It was the first thing that Xander noticed when he woke. There was a sense of quiet that he hadn't felt in much too long.
Soreness. Yeah, that was there too. All over his body he had aches and pains but they were good - all of them.
He drifted for a while, enjoying the peace in his mind, knowing that it wouldn't last for long - it couldn't. He had work to do. A people to save.
Now that he had been saved himself.
Eventually, he opened his eyes, staring up into sharp, golden eyes studying him intently.
“Hey,” he whispered softly into the silence.
“Hey,” Angel whispered back.
Xander stared into the face that he once feared - the extended fangs, the pronounced ridges, the shiny eyes, all more precious now but still a little frightening. Slowly he reached his right hand up until, with a single finger, he traced the cool skin above the vampire's right eye. It was hard, like bone had moved to make the change happen, to make Angel into Angelus. He traced the ridge, his warm fingertips smoothing across the soft skin, searching and exploring in a way he'd never allowed himself to do before.
The golden eyes that had closed at the gentle touch, now opened and watched him.
“Feeling better?”
Xander nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he answered. “Actually, I really do. I don't know how you did it. But you did.”
“Sometimes you just have to remember who you are and your place in life.”
“And that place is beneath you, begging and pleading, is that?”
The vampire chuckled and Xander wondered for a moment if it really was Angelus in bed with him. “As a matter of fact, I think it is.”
Xander nodded slowly, thinking about his life. He didn't want to be that boy anymore, the weak one that Angelus broke down, used and rebuilt for his own pleasure. But he didn't want to be this man either - The Warrior God, the one they were counting on to save them all. He thought about the differences between these two Xander's the two versions of himself, both him but not - not how he saw himself, not who he wanted to be. They both had strengths but they both had weaknesses.
He looked up at Angel. “Sometimes I think it is too. I think sometimes it will be okay for me to be the butt-monkey. But I'm not. But you know that, don't you?”
Angel smiled, his face softening despite the hard visage still in place.
“Just like you're not just Angel anymore, are you?”
The vampire pulled back suddenly as if he'd been slapped.
“No,” he nearly spat back, “You're wrong. I am Angel. I felt when I got my soul back. I...feel, more than I ever could have when I was Angelus.”
“Maybe,” Xander continued after he contemplated the idea for a moment. “But if you were just Angel, you would have gone all brood-boy on me by now. Hell, you haven't even healed me yet. If the whole evil bastard thing was just an act, you'd have licked and sealed every mark on my body by now. But you haven't.”
Angel dropped his head, his game face slipping away. Slowly, he brought up his now chocolate eyes up to met Xander's. “Do you want me to?”
He thought for a moment before stretching, reveling in the pull and ache of every muscle, every wound.
“No,” he said finally. “I like it. I think I need it.”
“Then it was the right thing to do.”
“Oh no you don't,” Xander chided as Angel made to hide his face in his shoulder. Xander quickly brought his face up to kiss him softly. “You're not going all broody on me now. I like this different Angel. It's like the best of both worlds.”
“Best of both worlds?”
“Yeah,” he explained. “This way I get the insanely possessive, violent Master vampire who wants to keep me sexed up and well fed but I also get the sweet, soulful man who wants the best for me and will kick everyone's ass that might hurt me or get me hurt. Let's compare, shall we? Broody souled vampire who hated me, evil world ending Master, or sexy, only slightly evil, caring boyfriend. I'll take the boyfriend, thank you.”
Angel chuckled when Xander flipped them over so he was on top, his hands lightly circling Angel's wrists pretending to hold him down even though they both knew better.
“So, I'm your boyfriend now?” Angel chuckled.
Xander paused, looking thoughtful for a moment before smiling widely. He licked a long stripe up the vampire's cool neck before biting down on his earlobe as hard as he could.
“Yep!”
TBC...
Series: The Dark World
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Xander
Prompt: Juxtapose
Rating: Mature/Adults Only overall
Spoilers: AU after The Becoming, BtVS Season Two
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s themes, dark!fic overall
Word Count: 792
This is part of my series The Dark World which is a sequel to The Dark'Verse. You should really read those before this or it won't make much sense.
Thanks to seductivembrace for the banner under the cut!
Best of Both Worlds
Peacefulness. It was the first thing that Xander noticed when he woke. There was a sense of quiet that he hadn't felt in much too long.
Soreness. Yeah, that was there too. All over his body he had aches and pains but they were good - all of them.
He drifted for a while, enjoying the peace in his mind, knowing that it wouldn't last for long - it couldn't. He had work to do. A people to save.
Now that he had been saved himself.
Eventually, he opened his eyes, staring up into sharp, golden eyes studying him intently.
“Hey,” he whispered softly into the silence.
“Hey,” Angel whispered back.
Xander stared into the face that he once feared - the extended fangs, the pronounced ridges, the shiny eyes, all more precious now but still a little frightening. Slowly he reached his right hand up until, with a single finger, he traced the cool skin above the vampire's right eye. It was hard, like bone had moved to make the change happen, to make Angel into Angelus. He traced the ridge, his warm fingertips smoothing across the soft skin, searching and exploring in a way he'd never allowed himself to do before.
The golden eyes that had closed at the gentle touch, now opened and watched him.
“Feeling better?”
Xander nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he answered. “Actually, I really do. I don't know how you did it. But you did.”
“Sometimes you just have to remember who you are and your place in life.”
“And that place is beneath you, begging and pleading, is that?”
The vampire chuckled and Xander wondered for a moment if it really was Angelus in bed with him. “As a matter of fact, I think it is.”
Xander nodded slowly, thinking about his life. He didn't want to be that boy anymore, the weak one that Angelus broke down, used and rebuilt for his own pleasure. But he didn't want to be this man either - The Warrior God, the one they were counting on to save them all. He thought about the differences between these two Xander's the two versions of himself, both him but not - not how he saw himself, not who he wanted to be. They both had strengths but they both had weaknesses.
He looked up at Angel. “Sometimes I think it is too. I think sometimes it will be okay for me to be the butt-monkey. But I'm not. But you know that, don't you?”
Angel smiled, his face softening despite the hard visage still in place.
“Just like you're not just Angel anymore, are you?”
The vampire pulled back suddenly as if he'd been slapped.
“No,” he nearly spat back, “You're wrong. I am Angel. I felt when I got my soul back. I...feel, more than I ever could have when I was Angelus.”
“Maybe,” Xander continued after he contemplated the idea for a moment. “But if you were just Angel, you would have gone all brood-boy on me by now. Hell, you haven't even healed me yet. If the whole evil bastard thing was just an act, you'd have licked and sealed every mark on my body by now. But you haven't.”
Angel dropped his head, his game face slipping away. Slowly, he brought up his now chocolate eyes up to met Xander's. “Do you want me to?”
He thought for a moment before stretching, reveling in the pull and ache of every muscle, every wound.
“No,” he said finally. “I like it. I think I need it.”
“Then it was the right thing to do.”
“Oh no you don't,” Xander chided as Angel made to hide his face in his shoulder. Xander quickly brought his face up to kiss him softly. “You're not going all broody on me now. I like this different Angel. It's like the best of both worlds.”
“Best of both worlds?”
“Yeah,” he explained. “This way I get the insanely possessive, violent Master vampire who wants to keep me sexed up and well fed but I also get the sweet, soulful man who wants the best for me and will kick everyone's ass that might hurt me or get me hurt. Let's compare, shall we? Broody souled vampire who hated me, evil world ending Master, or sexy, only slightly evil, caring boyfriend. I'll take the boyfriend, thank you.”
Angel chuckled when Xander flipped them over so he was on top, his hands lightly circling Angel's wrists pretending to hold him down even though they both knew better.
“So, I'm your boyfriend now?” Angel chuckled.
Xander paused, looking thoughtful for a moment before smiling widely. He licked a long stripe up the vampire's cool neck before biting down on his earlobe as hard as he could.
“Yep!”
TBC...